Melting into resistance

Ice cold water, creeping higher up my waist as I wade in deeper. Every inch of this body shouting 'NO'. What the F___? Skin dimpled with the cold. Toes warming with loss of sensation. I'm not in the water though, even imagining it makes me squirm, shiver. At the same time envy, admiration, for those…

Coming down the stairs

"Be here” reads a sign in my kitchen.  Pink highlighter on purple card. It’s difficult to make out from a distance. I am learning meditation. I am re-learning meditation. Not in a temple on a hilltop this time, but day by day, lesson by email lesson from a Canadian man with a soothing Canadian voice.…